Baby you summer time fine. I’d let you get on top, I’ll be the underline, I’m. Tryna get beside you like the number 9, dime. You fine as hell. I guess I met you for a reason, only time’ll tell. But well, I’m wondering what type of shit you on &, do you like the finer things or are you a simple woman? Would you drink wit a nigga, do you smoke weed? Don’t be ashamed, cause it aint not thing. I used to blow trees, getting lifted. I quit that shit, but I might get high wit you. It’s only fitting cause I’m looking super fly wit you. I flower you, a powerful, cause you do something to me. But girl I caught the vibes like you threw something to me, so I threw em back. Now all my niggas hollering like, “Who is that? Oh boy she bad nigga, whatchu bout to do wit that?” I finna take you home, sip a little Patron now we zoning. Baby you so fine.